Ever since the day we moved to Marondera sometime in 1994 I knew I would not like staying there. I went through Junior School wishing I was back in the town I had grown to love and adore… Chinhoyi. I was relieved when I had to start High School and found a place in Harare which is a good 73 km away from Marondera. Marondera is cold, like throughout the whole freaking year, you can never get a break from the miserable weather. It can be sunny during the day but trust me when night comes you are guaranteed to feel the chill. That is one of the many things I never used to and still don’t like about the place. I never made any actual friends there, I had neighbours I would play with and talk to, but not anyone close.
My dad was very strict growing up and I had a 5 pm curfew and was never allowed to go anywhere far without supervision. Talk about being in a mini prison. I actually had days I would plan on running away but they never materialised because I didn’t know where exactly I would run away to. I know my dad had good intentions but some days I feel like it stopped me from making friends and exploring the town. Maybe just maybe I would have grown to like some parts of it. I remember the day I finished High School I promised myself that I would NEVER EVER go back to Marondera and live as far away from it as possible and only visit during special occasions and holidays; it was that bad.
The way I simply hate Marondera is beyond me. Each time I visit I spend the whole weekend indoors because there is absolutely no form of entertainment or anyone to even think of visiting. The place drains me to be honest, all my feel good hormones go straight out the window when I go there. Is there a cure for hating your home town? I doubt it very much.